Slowly down the hall of fame (fame, fame) That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy Where angels fly you won't play For my big mouth, my big name Around this town you've ceased to be So guess who's gonna take the blame I'll put on my shoes while

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it

Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a fortune to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin' You say the only family that you got is in a gang And the only

Yeah, ah, ah You can chase the lights You can chase the fame Used to be the captain of the cheer team Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen Don't sell yourself long girl You must be confused You ain't even blonde girl Or even true to your roots

Fame, doin' it for the fame The fame, fame Cause we wanna live the life Of the rich and famous Cause we gotta taste for champagne And endless fortune All we care about is Fame, fame baby We live for the fame, fame baby

Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in a Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin´ my fame and fortune Lookin´ for a pot of gold Thing got bad things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh ! Lord Stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the Greyhound

I thought I needed fortune I thought I needed fame But all I need is to hear you Whisper my name Funny thing about dreamers When the dream is in their sights Just to get where they're going They leave a lot of good things behind Guess you could call me a